Chapter 3149 3161 [Assassination of the Cake Hand]
Under the silent gaze of a group of men in black.
The people at the two tables were still chatting without noticing anything. Hearing what Hattori Heiji said, the man in the blue vest asked in surprise, "How did you know?"
As soon as he asked, he understood it himself and smiled helplessly: "That's right, except for the fishermen who went out to sea together, how could so many people die on the same day."
He took a sip of wine and said sadly, "Yes, just as you guessed, our fathers were fishermen—they all died in a storm eight years ago."
“…”
We were just having a nice chat, but suddenly several lives came up, and the atmosphere became a bit awkward.
Suzuki Sonoko looked around and suddenly remembered that in fisherman culture, dying in the sea seemed to be a kind of fate and professional honor, so she comforted him: "Fishermen are born by the sea, rely on the sea all their lives, and finally die in the sea. It can be regarded as a wish come true!"
Mao Lilan listened to this sunny and cheerful consolation, and her heart skipped a beat: "Sonoko!"
But who would have thought that the two fishermen on the opposite side did not get angry when they heard this. Instead, they burst into laughter.
Seeing Mao Lilan trying to dissuade him, Blue Vest waved her hand and said, "What the young lady said is not wrong. After all, my father and his friends knew it was a storm, but they still insisted on going out to sea. In the end, they ended up in this situation. There was nothing they could do."
"Hmph, it has nothing to do with the weather." A voice interrupted, and at the same time, a heavy shadow was cast at the door.
Everyone was startled and slowly looked up to see a tall and strong fisherman with dark skin like Hattori Heiji walking in from the door.
The dark fisherman obviously knew the men in red and blue vests. He walked straight to the table where the two were and sat down. "Even if it was a storm that day, Dad and the others were skilled enough to steer the boat. The reason the boat was destroyed and everyone died was because that bastard Aramaki sank their boat with his pirate ship."
The man in the blue vest sighed helplessly: "Why are you still saying this? There is no evidence at all. Be careful that he will sue you for defamation."
Red Vest shared the same view on this matter: "Yeah, although I also think that Araki is a bad guy, but directly killing people... Tsk, this sounds too outrageous."
The dark-skinned fisherman snorted and grabbed a bottle of beer: “You have no idea how low he can go.”
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Chianti: [Three people now! All the suspects are here!]
Vodka: "..." Why are you so surprised? Is this the most basic knowledge worth showing off?
He thought of this stupid sniper who was there to make up the numbers, shook his head, and waited to see other people's analysis.
When Curacao saw the news from the Passers-by Mutual Aid Association, he had the same idea as Chianti.
At the same time, she paid extra attention to the empty seats.
"All three seats are occupied, so there are only a few seats left where the deceased will sit in the future. There are only so many places to poison."
Curacao spun the electronic pen in his hand and thought to himself, "It's a pity that there is no image of Mr. Aramaki. Otherwise, if we could observe his habits - for example, whether he is left-handed, whether he likes to bite his nails, whether he likes to wipe his mouth with his hands... it would not be difficult to guess the method the murderer would choose to poison."
Thinking of this, she paused, and suddenly had some understanding, which she was not sure whether it was correct or not - after locking on to the victim, thinking from the murderer's perspective, it seemed easy to deduce some useful information.
"…If I'm not good at reading Uzo, am I not good at assassination?"
After a moment of realization, when she looked at the screen again, Curacao's eyes changed: she was like a poor student who was frowning at a math problem, and suddenly found that the test paper in front of her slowly changed from a bunch of incomprehensible symbols and numbers to the game level she was best at.
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In the restaurant.
The three fishermen sat together, clinking glasses and chatting animatedly.
Suzuki Sonoko looked at them, hesitant to speak, and finally couldn't help whispering to Jiang Xia: "Do they still remember what they are here for?"
——Didn’t you say you were going to have a fight with that Aramaki? Why did it suddenly become like a class reunion? Where’s Aramaki?
I don't know if her voice was heard by the next table, or if the three people finally realized something was wrong. Finally, the man in the blue vest remembered something and looked at his watch.
"It's already 8:40!" He put down his glass with a bang and said in dissatisfaction, "Where's Huang Juan? Why hasn't he come yet? - That guy couldn't have forgotten about tonight's event."
The tall, dark fisherman snorted and took out his cell phone. "I think that guy is scared and doesn't dare to come over. I'll call him now. If he doesn't come, we'll go straight to his house!"
The man in the red vest waved his hand and burped. "When you were late just now, we wanted to call him to urge him, but he didn't answer the phone at all."
Nezu Shinji's temper was as stubborn as his appearance. He did not stop his movements, but instead moved even harder, as if every finger was poking at Aramaki Giichi's head: "If you don't take it, I'll hit you again!"
As he said that, he pressed the dial button fiercely.
His two companions looked at him with their chins in their hands, waiting for the call to be automatically disconnected if no one answered.
However, unexpectedly, after just two or three seconds, there was a beep and the call was connected.
"It's working?" The red vest and the blue vest were shocked. After a moment, they came to their senses and said angrily, "Why are they still treating us differently? Does he look down on us?"
Nezu Shinji frowned and looked at his phone: "It was connected, but no one was talking, only a very strange voice."
"It's a strange sound?" The fat man in the blue vest stood up, walked to his side, leaned over and listened with him for a while, "It sounds like the sound of waves."
As I was carefully identifying it, suddenly, there was a click and the phone was hung up.
"this……"
The three of them were puzzled for a moment, and Red Vest remembered something. He walked to the window and said, "I remember... the Araki family seemed to live in that area?"
"Yes, I've been to his house before." The man in the blue vest also came over and looked out the window. "From his house to this hotel, you can take a shortcut along the beach... Could it be that he answered the phone call just now while walking?"
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something and shook his head again: "No, it's high tide now, this road is completely impassable."
Nezu Shinji walked up behind them and said, "You guys are too optimistic. I think that guy will never show up. He must have forgotten about us and went to the beach for night fishing."
The red vest burped in dissatisfaction: "He really has the leisure time... Wait until he sobers up, then we'll go find that guy and explain everything to him!"
(End of this chapter)
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